'I think you are hot,' she'd messaged along with a really dirty almost nude of herself. She was very obviously aroused and I could see the gleam of bare pink wetness under her short skirt. Her see through black blouse revealed pierced nipples with silver filigree designs to match those at her ears. Strangely, the thought of her black lipstick stains on my intimate skin drove a shiver along my neck. Her next text repeated the first. It accompanied a 30 second video of her licking. She had a long, flexible, snake-like tongue that curled and flickered wetly around her lips. The background music she played was sultry, rocking, as she steps back and grinds her hips to the beat. Suddenly, her pelvis thrust forward and her hands slid over her breasts. She leaned her face close to the camera and mouthed, dramatically: 'I think you're hot.'
I didn't remember meeting her. I wasn't sure how she got my number, but it was hot that she thinks I'm hot. Maybe that's how she wanted to work it.
The direct approach is arousing. A classy, sexy, sassy selfie that showed off her sensual imagination, but with a generous self-dose of dark wicked erotic thoughts - and wants.
“I want your cock...” she sent within a minute. Only a few frames of video were attached. Close-up of her fingers sliding out of her wetness and climbing across her nakedness to be licked off by her tongue. “...Your hard thick pulsing cock...”
Her video tongue slowly circled the oval of her video lips and she smiled sweetly. “...In my mouth.”
Her lips pursed in a kiss at the camera and a message scrolled across the screen. “I think you are hot.”
The repetition flowed from expected to annoying and then into a hynoptic litany. I started to believe it myself. Little tremoring nerve responses fired along my body and erotic flashes rippled through my mind in a slowly growing rhythm.
“Watch me,” she whispered at the camera. I watched. Her hands slid easily up and across her body as if it were slick with perfumed oil and she were an annointed slave girl awaiting command. Her eyes lowered and she whispered low. “I want you to watch me. I want to watch you.”
“Watch me watching you...”
I'm still newish to the hi-tech voyeur hookup world. I mean everyone knows about the pay-per-stroke sites and the professional amateur web-babes. But the social media – the online real time digitized hookup mutual masturbation (or whatever) – is how we sex now. Isn't it?
Onscreen, she curled her well-shaped legs beneath herself on the carpeted floor and suddenly seemed shy and awkward. “I think you're hot. My friend Brenda met you at a party and you gave her your number and she gave me your number. She showed me a pic she took at the party. When I looked at it, I could feel my juices soaking into my panties. I'm not wearing any right now. I can't believe how wet I am getting.”
I was at home and alone. And someone I'd never met who thought I was hot wanted me to talk and listen while she climaxed thinking about me. I could watch her, hear her every breath and groan. She held the camera close to her wetly glistening pussy lips and throatily whispered, “I think you're hot. Baby.”
Watching her touch herself awkwardly, exploring and unsure, but pushing at her own inhibitions, began to send more shivers along my nerves, as if responding to some invisible sensual caresses from the air.
I wanted to watch her watching me; to see her smile and her eyes brighten until she climaxed. Unless she was the finest actress on the Net, her arousal and growing climax were genuine.
“Watch me. I am watchng you. Are you touching yourself, too? I know you are.” Her voice and gestures were amused and provocative, dirty and sensual in a symphony of sincere and very horny sexual submission.
“Just imagine. My mouth, my lips, my tongue. Licking you. Up and down, then leaving a wet trail across your stomach. Sucking your left nipple. Licking up along your neck to your ear and whispering. 'I think you are hot,' and nibbling on your earlobe.”
Her eyes filled the screen, the lids lowered shyly then flicked open in a lustful glaze. “Is your cock hard, baby? Take it out. I want to watch you take out your hard cock. Yeah.” She licked the wide circle of her mouth and bobbed her head, making loud sucking noises and soft thoaty moans.
Everything she did worked towards arousing me more. My cock had swollen into a rock sticking out under my belly. A clear droplet of precum held at the slit of my cockhead. Onscreen, she stuck her tongue out and curled it at the tip, then made a loud slurp pulling her tongue back in.
I looked down to see my thumb had smeared the precum over my cockhead without even thinking - or thinking it was really the tip of her tongue.
I pumped and squeezed the shaft, my gaze moving from her online eyes to her online mouth. My balls were tightening already. Her voice was just a whispering hum, punctuated with slow drawled dirty talk about what she'd do and how she'd do it. It drifted from her like memorized erotic poetry or fantasies from a secret sex diary. More dirty and graphic, but still sensual and not crass. It made my whole body throb with the pulse of my cock.
“Watch me,” she repeated.“I think you are hot.” Her eyes gleamed a little brighter and her mouth curled upward impishly. Her tongue slid out and waggled, licking the air up and down as she slowly brought the head of a realistic dildo under her face. Her neck made a dancer's swan-like dip and she curled her long tongue around the rim of the dildo head. Then, moving like a darting serpent, her mouth engulfed the whole head, catching at the thick rim. Her lips slurped wetly up and down several times, then she popped it out with a wet sucking. It's crazy but I could almost feel it.
Whatever was going through her imaginative head was expressed in her face and body language. I'd never seen a woman do that before.
Mutual realtime selfie tech-sex. Media-sex. She made it awesome and I don't even know who she was. Maybe that's made it what it was. Semi-stalker “I think you're hot” with benefits. The funny thing was I never even thought of anyone else watching me stroke myself before. It seemed creepy or lame.
That missing key maybe was someone thinking I was hot enough to poke with some sexy talk and pics. And then video. It's what relationships are about now – the insta-hookup. It's hot.